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Love apprentices

She met him when her femininity was starting to todd along the paths of a doubtful, sprouting sexuality. His kisses had the taste of sour berries, his fingers had the consistence of young willow branches. His immature , wild greed always failed to fulfill the pressing need of flatteries of a woman to be. She was too inexperienced and unsure to tame his bursting masculinity and filter it through the veil of a cherished intimacy. They consumed their ephemeral passion in short moments of unripe pleasure. Then lying side by side they not even felt the urge of sweet caresses and tender words. They learnt later how long is the way to a harmonious dialogue of sensuous bodies pervaded by ethereal souls.